Actually, Zhou Ze, who had lost control of his body at this moment, could very well understand the resentment in the eyes of the servant before him.

It was somewhat similar to that of Half-Face back then.

When gazing at the sky,

Ordinary people might just look at the weather and enjoy the bright sunlight.

But if the sky was personified into a visible being, and that person was right beside you, it would be an almost omnipresent and inescapable crushing force, making you suffer from intense suffocation every moment.

Ying Gou was such an existence. He once sat on the throne of bones, suppressing an era.

Although he had fallen, the momentum of his comeback was still enough to make those who had experienced terror tremble in their hearts.

The servant had transformed himself into a spirit under the throne of bones, but you couldn't infer from this that he had prepared to stay behind early on to prevent future troubles, planning countless years ago to trick Ying Gou.

He wasn't that awesome. If he were that awesome, Ying Gou would have tasted his blood back then.

But this throne of bones, like purgatory, suppressed the consciousnesses of countless once-powerful beings within it.

Their unwillingness,

Their anger,

Their resentment,

Under countless years of squeezing and polishing, had become almost tangible.

Perhaps, back then, when his own lifespan was coming to an end, he was indeed thinking that he might be able to leave a memento and see his master again;

But after being affected by the throne of bones, the original intention might really no longer be important.

Ying Gou wouldn't care,

Zhou Ze wouldn't care either,

Just as the public in today's society has long been immune to or even disgusted by the tragic childhoods and miserable lives behind criminals.

Green light tightly缠绕着Ying Gou. Ying Gou didn't move. You could interpret it as him being trapped, or you could interpret it as him not needing to move.

However, Zhou Ze felt a hint of loneliness.

Was it disappointment?

Disappointment in his betrayal?

Or,

Disappointment in himself that, although he had once suppressed an era, he ultimately failed to leave anything behind, or even change anything.

Ending up,

Truly being abandoned by everyone.

The two were connected, so at this moment, Boss Zhou could clearly touch Ying Gou's "heartbeat" and perceive the pulse of his emotions.

But,

This loneliness,

Was just a fleeting moment.

"Boom!"

The throne of bones soared into the sky,

Releasing extremely terrifying pressure,

This fragmented space actually began to tremble violently at this moment, and some locations even showed cracks.

The narrow sky was instantly染 by black, as if the long-消失的幽冥之海 (Nether Sea) had reappeared at this moment.

The throne of bones had floated in the幽冥之海 (Nether Sea) for a long, long time. In the virtual space deep within Zhou Ze's soul, the throne of bones and the幽冥之海 (Nether Sea) were almost one and the same.

Therefore, when the throne of bones was truly triggered, pulling out the illusion of the幽冥之海 (Nether Sea) was also a very normal thing.

Faces distorted with anger began to emerge around the throne of bones.

The servant was an introduction,

And those around the throne,

Were the following finale.

Their resentment was vast, accumulated for a long time, and now, it was about to erupt.

Zhou Ze's gaze fell on the throne of bones.

In fact, this throne was already a little unfamiliar.

Just like the mirror that was still wrapped in layers of cloth by the old Daoist,

In the early years,

It must have been a famous magical artifact for a time,

But later, it was damaged and fell, eventually giving birth to a freak like Xu Qinglang's master.

And this throne, after Ying Gou's fall, was lost. After so many years, it would definitely have undergone some changes.

Studied by this clan, changed by the demons inside;

"Buzz!"

The throne floated above Zhou Ze's head,

All around,

Came waves of凄厉 (desolate and shrill) roars.

They were very excited,

Because the grudges结下(formed) since ancient times seemed to be settled today.

These years have been hard for them too.

Although they were hunted down by Ying Gou back then to be eaten, drunk, and used as cushions, at least in that era, apart from Ying Gou as a unique exception, they were also famous figures in their own right.

But in these years, they could only rely on reaching agreements with these "not-quite-human-not-quite-demons" to exchange for some blood food, which was truly an insult to them.

Their existence was actually very畸形(deformed), and they weren't even considered complete lives, just "spirits," or just "consciousness."

And the so-called缔结契约(establishing a contract) was essentially just the descent of consciousness onto the people of this clan, using their own experience and understanding of power,

Similar to请大神 (spirit possession) in the Northeast.

But those were just tricks that mountain spirits and wild monsters would play. In order to continue to maintain the existence of their consciousness, they had to hold their noses and do it, which was truly a long-lasting humiliation.

Of course, everything might have two sides. At least, they didn't have to worry about the Xuanyuan Sword.

The throne began to descend,

Terrifying pressure layered down,

The entire mountain,

Began to be compressed at this moment.

Some stone walls and caves collapsed, and the shadows inside were also湮灭(annihilated).

More shadows began to scatter out, fleeing the stone caves where they lived.

The six masked men at the round platform were still standing there.

Lao Dai rushed up almost frantically, wanting to help Zhou Ze escape, but was directed by the servant.

A powerful binding force directly sealed Lao Dai,

This wasn't to say how strong the servant was, but because the fear and instinctive suppression in the depths of his soul in the face of the earliest ancestor was truly too clear.

Moreover, by Lao Dai's generation, they had long been杂交(hybridized) to a certain extent, like the feeling of Lord Sea God when seeing a real dragon.

"Traitor, delusional thing."

The servant waved his hand,

Lao Dai was sent flying, most of his body shattered, and he fell into the distance, his life or death unknown.

"Master, your era is over. Why can't you understand the principle of resting in peace?"

The servant squinted and said to Zhou Ze.

He was enjoying this moment very much. Although his expression had a hint of smugness, it would be difficult for anyone in his position to not show such a gesture.

Zhou Ze still ignored him,

But,

Reached out his hand.

The servant's eyes widened immediately,

Zhou Ze,

Could still move?

But as the throne of bones continued to descend, Ying Gou's body trembled slightly, and the hand that had just been raised unconsciously fell down again.

Inside the throne of bones, everyone was of one mind. They were like groups of weapon spirits凝聚(gathering) together, but at this moment, they were particularly united, that was to work together to suppress Ying Gou here.

Even if they couldn't镇杀(kill) Ying Gou, they would still封存(seal) Ying Gou into this throne of bones, experiencing the pain they had suffered back then.

"Master, you didn't treat it as a magical artifact back then, and the soul imprints you left in it have long been抹去(erased) by us."

Ying Gou didn't really need any weapons to fight back then. His body as the ancestor of zombies was the most terrifying尖兵利刃(sharp weapon) in the world.

The throne of bones continued to fall,

Zhou Ze's feet began to凹陷(sink) into the mountain,

Just a moment,

The rocks had already reached the position of his calves.

But Zhou Ze still remained expressionless.

Even an ant can shake a tree,

It seems very natural that the cause I planted in the past has yielded today's bitter fruit.

"Can't handle it?"

Boss Zhou's voice came.

It would be too embarrassing to be镇压(suppressed) by his magical artifact from back then.

Ying Gou didn't respond,

Just continued to stand there,

The throne above his head was still falling madly,

However,

Although Ying Gou's body was constantly embedded into the rock like a nail,

His body still stood upright, without the slightest bend.

The effect of the potato was reflected here. Otherwise, if he purely激发出(stimulated) power from Boss Zhou's body as usual, it would be impossible to sustain it until now.

"That's your throne! Can't you summon it?"

"Master, it's meaningless. There's no need to struggle.

Master, you also know the hardness and stability of the throne. It is true that you created it with your own hands, but you don't have enough power to destroy it now.

This servant wants to see how long you can last."

The servant took a few steps back, like an outsider, watching the scene in front of him, and enjoying it.

Finally,

The rocks had already reached Zhou Ze's waist. The most terrible thing was that blood beads had slowly滲透(seeped) out of the surface of Zhou Ze's skin.

Obviously,

The body's strength could no longer sustain it.

"Master, it's almost there, almost there. You will soon taste the pain we have suffered over the years, and you will soon be the same as us!"

"Negotiate with those demons, promise them freedom, and see if there is a chance to let them betray."

Boss Zhou couldn't control his body to do anything now, so he could only offer advice from the side.

Ying Gou still seemed calm,

Still,

Without any intention of responding to Zhou Ze.

However, this time, he did speak, really spoke, to the servant in front of him.

"In your eyes, it's a throne."

The servant愣(stared blankly) for a moment, subconsciously asking:

"What else could it be?"

………

Suddenly,

A scene appeared in the servant's mind,

He was匍匐(prostrating) on the surface of the幽冥之海 (Nether Sea),跪朝(kneeling towards) Ying Gou, and in front of him, Ying Gou was drinking the wine酿制(brewed) from the blood extracted from a ferocious beast.

While drinking, he casually丢(threw) the bones behind him.

The servant战战兢兢(tremblingly) raised his head and saw that behind Ying Gou on the sea, the bones had already piled up very, very high,俨然(clearly), they already had the towering and巍峨(lofty) aura of a throne!

Ying Gou put down the wine in his hand,

Calmly asked:

"Want to live?"

The servant immediately磕头如捣蒜(kowtowed like pounding garlic), "I want to live, I want to live, I want to live!"

"If you want to live, clean up the things behind you."

Ying Gou拘(scooped up) a handful of water from the sea and washed his hands.

The servant immediately ran to the bone pile, pointing at the mountain pile in front of him, which was completely made of the骸骨(skeletons) of巨擘(powerful) ferocious beasts, with a flattering and excited tone:

"Master, do you intend to use these demon god skeletons to create a throne that belongs to you and only you are qualified to sit on?"

Ying Gou laughed,

Not caring about it:

"Throne?"

"Yes, only you are qualified, a throne that the entire hell must顶礼膜拜(worship)."

Ying Gou shook his head,

The throne should be something that the Yellow Emperor liked, not him.

His gaze扫(swept) over the bone pile again,

Casually saying:

"Make a...dog house."

The servant immediately continued to讪(smile obsequiously), "Master, you are joking."